Danger to No One
A Harry/Oliver fic
By NekoShininigami (A.K.A. Kat-chan)

Setting: CoS
Pairing: Harry and Oliver
Disclaimer: Bow down and worship J. K. Rowling, foolish mortals! She owns these characters, not me!

Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room, watching the fire die. He couldn't see the time, but he knew he ought to be in bed. The flames in the fireplace made the room very cozy and warm, but Harry hugged his knees to his chest and shivered. Why? Why did he, of all people, have to be a...a Parseltongue? Maybe, just maybe, he HAD been meant to be in Slytherin. Maybe he...
Harry swallowed hard and blinked back the tears that threatened his eyes. He didn't think that he could be the one responsible for opening the Chamber of Secrets opening. Could it be that he was subconsciously making the attacks happen? After all, he could speak with snakes...Even Ron had said that was a mark of a Dark wizard,
"I'm a danger to everyone," he whispered into the darkness.
"No, you're not," a low voice murmured back into his ear. Harry jumped a little, and turned his head around. Behind him stood Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
"O-Oliver!" Harry squeaked. Harry had had a crush on Oliver since his first year, but wouldn't admit it to anyone.
"You're not a danger to everyone," Oliver repeated, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked down at the ground.
"Everybody says that I'm Slytherin's heir-"
"I don't say." Harry swallowed hard.
"But Oliver...but what if they're right?" Harry whispered.
"Well, that wouldn't make any sense, now would it?" Harry blinked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the attacker, whoever it is, goes after half-bloods and Squibs, right?" Oliver asked.
"Yes, but-"
"You're a half-blood yourself, aren't you?" Oliver prompted. Harry's mouth opened a little in surprise.
"Yeah, my mom was Muggle-born. So...that means-"
"Why would you attack half-bloods if you are one yourself? Not to mention that one of your best friends is completely Muggle-born."
Harry's eyes brightened for a moment, then hardened.
"People still won't believe me." Oliver shook his head.
"You're being too hard on yourself. I think people will believe you."
"But they won't overlook the fact that I'm a...a...Parseltongue." Harry's face went red.
"Oh?" Oliver went to face Harry's other side. Harry looked up into his eyes as Oliver touched his hand to Harry's face. "I can overlook it." At that, Oliver bent his head and captured Harry's lips with his own. Harry was losing himself in the other boy's affection, when Oliver suddenly pulled away. "I- I'm sorry..." Oliver said, reddening.
"No! No, I-I don't mind," Harry said, looking at his feet.
"You...don't?" Harry could hear the wonder in Harry's voice.
"No, I...I've liked you. For a long time," Harry admitted. And then, they were kissing again. When they finally pulled away, Oliver touched Harry's cheek.
"You're a danger to no one. Understand? Not to me. Not to your friends. Not to the school. I-I love you, Harry."
"I love you too, Oliver."
--End-